Title: High Anxiety Author: lunalovepotter Pairing: H/G Rating: R Word Count: 468 Prompt: Turbulence Notes: Drabble #8 for crimsonphoenix . An outtake from my fic Masquerade , in which Harry and Ginny fly to Italy on a Muggle jet liner. "I still don't understand why you wanted to fly to Italy, when we just as easily could have Apparated," Harry remarked as he peeked out the...

...en liten lokal och man står typ en halvmeter från högtalaren.... Så man var lite döv efteråt.... Men sångaren.... shit, det står helt still i huvudet på mig.... han var rysligt bra! Till och med live!! Turbulence, heter bandet förresten. Eller, Tör-bullens som det blir på östgötska. Det var en sliskig kille där, sådär efterhängsen och ohyggligt närgången som bröt väldigt kraftigt på engelska. Han stod...

Summer of 1978. This should have been one of the greatest years of my young life. It could have been, had my father stayed. It's not that I missed the abuse, it was the fact that our apartment felt...light into my life, opened my eyes and inadvertently sent me on the path towards discovering my culture, my history, my heritage. But first I needed somewhere to bury a few bodies.            

I didn't know anything about the projects back in '74, nor did I experience the hellish conditions that seem to have always plagued them. No, my hell was behind our apartment door. The early seventies...questioned the existence God, by this time Iwanted to meet Him face-to-face and show Him what I thought of His miserable creation. I was going to find God, and I was going to make Him pay!  

That's not my real name, you know. Thunder X, I mean. Maybe one day you can refer to me by the name I was born with, but for now... I was born in Harlem, New York in a place that no longer exists...pack-up our life and leave the house (with the front and back yards) and the family car behind, and move to the projects. The year was 1974, the year I would take my first steps toward being a man.

Title: One More For Love Author: Itrustyoutokillme/ artistic_writer Rating: PG-13 Characters: Michael/Sara, Lincoln, Other Genre: AU, Angst, Summary: He had pressed his finger...his powerful hands gripped her shoulders to stop her swaying. “I’m…fine…” Sara whispered, her words barely audible as blackness took her over and she slipped from Michael’s grasp to the floor.

Yeah, I know I'm spamming you guys this morning, but I really have a lot of thoughts going, and I prefer teh shorter posts, if you don't mind...;P So, off of this me starting to grow up (or into my self...and, despite my shoddy eyes, no one will ever see these trees and these cars in the shadows of these streets the way I do. And strangely--cliche as it may sound--it's enough to keep me going.

I said okay . I've got myself a meet-and-greet pass. Like so fun. I want brownies. If you stand beside me right now and decide to give some knocks, you'll get some loud sound. I wanna go Swensen's and have those sessions once more. :D

I've always championed my own ability to completely tune out everything and anything contradictory to my initial feelings or hunches about people, ideas, courses of action, and the like. I've never had...can't see? I am a complete stranger to self doubt, and yet it feels almost too familiar. It'd be nice to hear some assuring words I haven't already muttered to myself. Maybe it's just time to evolve

I wanted to say alot here. I decide to hold back.  I'm lame that way. Being lame(puns not intended) is so much easier then being ___ and ______. I like Fridays. Because I have only HISandherSTORYT&L and...and MathL. With the HISandherSTORY tut class, I feel more like it's my CT class.  G'night. I'll croon my _______ to love . The world is conspiring to make me hark back on my past. Sucker. It really p o u r s